Bad Blood

Bury me alive,
In the silk and satin,
Blocked out from the light,
In the dead of night. 

Bury me alive,
In the cemetery, 
Make a home of course,
In this living corpse.

I am just a live girl,
Sleeping with the dead.
They put me six feet under,
Try and drain my bad blood.

Bury me alive,
In this black chained box,
I still have my knife,
And I still have my life.

Bury me alive,
In the cold damp soil,
I cut with my own blade,
And I bled bad blood. 

I am just a live girl,
Sleeping with the dead.
You'll never be safe,
Until you have my severed head.

The End

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